You mean that’s it?
I just needed to ask some poetry to come and crawl into my head?
I knew that; I really did, but I had forgotten. I have had the experience of asking for a poem to get past the fragment stage and having it happen within a day or two. It seems counterintuitive that creativity, that most capricious of things, should be at my beck and call.
But it’s true. To a degree, it is responsive to my requests when they are made humbly and honestly.
Prayer, in its most primal form, is a formal statement of desire and intention. It takes an inchoate longing and frames it into a concrete wish (or states for the record that one needs help figuring out what the wish is.)
Any time I ask for something in a way that draws aside the curtain of pride and shows my truest need, I am praying. By praying, I make room for something numinous to answer.